Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The idea of ​​a fire giant attacking the giant king is as absurd as a Valkyrie planning to attack Odin.

That guy Surut has really done a lot of harm, tormenting a once-prosperous tribe to this extent.

Sure enough, let her be the Fire Giant King.

As Surtr thought this, he turned around, his gaze following the wind and snow blowing from behind him to the castle built of ice and snow in front of him.

Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter 5 - Guaranteed Victory

The Ice Castle, I think the last time I saw it was in Frozen.

The magnificent buildings, constructed of solid ice, are nestled among the mountains. A single glance is enough to tell that they were built specifically for noble people.

The setting sun cast a golden glow over the entire castle as it descended behind it.

Perhaps compared to the previous worlds she had experienced, the lives of the people in this world were the most difficult, but the scenery of this world was her favorite.

The blue flames floating on the ice, the castle built of ice and snow—if they could be fixed in place, they would definitely become a wonderful collectible.

Surtr paused for a moment, then stepped forward, trudging through the snow toward the castle entrance.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you sure you want us to bring this into the castle?!"

Suddenly, the cage on the left started shaking violently, and a frantic sound came from inside.

Is there a problem?

"We are the familiars of the great god, not ornamental birds! How can we ever face anyone after this if people see us like this!"

Fogg hugged the cage bars with his wings and cried out.

"Don't worry, she probably already knew. It's a bit too late for her to try to hide now."

Surtr offered some words of "consolation".

After all, the entire Nordic region is in Skadi's hands.

"..."

The harsh reality silenced Fokin, and at the same time, Surtr stopped in his tracks.

"What, you're not going?"

"No, someone is coming."

Saber felt it; even through the cold wall, he could feel the blazing flames, the power that originated from the same source as him.

Without a doubt, that was his power.

Some despicable fellow stole his power.

Although he had also used a shameless sneak attack to seize Fenrir's power during Ragnarok three thousand years ago.

But one thing is one thing: Fenrir is dead, but he is not.

Saber's eyes flashed with anger, but also with excitement.

That was his power. Kill her, let her return, and perhaps he could escape this damned cage.

Thinking this, the tall knight, beneath the mask, grinned and left the castle, running across the empty corridor.

The mask on his face blocked the howling wind, and his crimson pupils swept around before finally settling on the red figure at the end of his vision, wearing a black dress and carrying a birdcage.

Two charcoal-black birds were kept in a birdcage made of gold thread. Their heads were turned back, their tail feathers were held high, and they buried their heads in the bottom of the cage as if they were too ashamed to be seen.

It possesses magical powers and doesn't look like an ordinary bird.

But that doesn't matter. The most important thing is that the one holding the birdcage is...

a woman.

This was something he hadn't anticipated.

He had no concept of gender equality. In his eyes, women were synonymous with weakness, even his Master or the Queen.

His power actually fell into the hands of a woman!

A wave of humiliation washed over Saber, and the inexplicable sense of closeness made him feel nauseous from the bottom of his heart.

kill her.

The idea was clearer in my mind than ever before.

He gripped a longsword radiating an ominous red light in his right hand, and his red pupils beneath the mask shone brightly.

Seemingly noticing this, the woman looked up, and their eyes met in the air.

The other person frowned, looking at him as if they had seen something unpleasant.

Although they hadn't spoken, Saber knew that the other person probably shared the same feelings as her.

This is absolutely outrageous.

Saber was furious.

Using his power and still daring to look down on him, this is no ordinary offense; we must strike hard!

He never considered the possibility of being unable to win. How strong could someone who wasn't even a split spirit be?

The other side didn't even have a decent weapon.

Is there any other option besides winning?

Heavy magical energy gathered on the sword. Saber stomped the ground hard, the ice beneath her feet cracked, and her tall body suddenly accelerated, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the two were within arm's reach.

The terrifying high speed, coupled with immense inertia, left the woman before her with no time to react. The light of the demonic sword flashed and disappeared towards her slender neck.

Inside the castle.

Ophelia walked briskly down the corridor inside the castle, heading towards the main gate.

"What did Saber see that made her run off like that?!"

She had a guess in her mind; it was probably that servant from the Pan-Human History, but she couldn't understand why the other party was so excited.

"Ophelia, what's the matter that you're in such a panic?"

Suddenly, a cool yet gentle voice came from the end of the corridor. Skadi stood in front of her, smiling as she spoke.

"Your knight doesn't seem to be by your side. It seems he's not doing a very good job."

"Queen."

Ophelia slowed her pace and looked at Skadi in front of her, as well as the three women with guns and shields and wings of light standing behind her.

Those were the only three remaining Valkyries in Norse mythology, created by the great god Odin.

"He just went out, probably because of that servant from the Pan-Human History. Your Majesty, is she related to Saber in some way?"

Ophelia asked directly.

"Let's go take a look together; it should be quite an interesting answer for you."

Skadi said, and then walked down the stairs first.

"interesting?"

Ophelia muttered to herself, and judging from Saber's reaction, she seemed to agree with this statement.

She would be happy to make the guy who's been pressuring her look bad without affecting the plan.

This can be considered a form of psychological relaxation.

Then we went to the lobby on the first floor.

The tightly closed door blocked out the wind, snow, and view, while the ice crystals adorning the walls shone brightly outwards.

"what happened?"

Ophelia asked a question, and Skadi, who was at the front, stopped. Following closely behind, the three Valkyries stepped forward and raised the shields on their wrists.

"Protect the Queen."

The moment the words were spoken, the hall shook, and a violent explosion vibrated in our ears.

At the same time, the castle gate shattered, and Ophelia opened her only eye wide.

He opened his mouth slightly.

Her knight smashed through the castle gates in a manner that he could never have done on his own, slamming shattered ice against the Valkyries' round shields.

The knight's armor and round shield clanged with a piercing metallic sound, then, due to the interaction of forces, they were propelled forward again, finally rolling to the ground in a rather pathetic manner.

"..."

The temperature around us dropped slightly in an instant.

The dim light and cold wind rushed into the room from outside, making Ophelia's neatly styled long hair a little messy.

She blinked.

Looking at the knight struggling to get up, he seemed unable to comprehend the current situation.

Slowly, she shifted her gaze from Saber, looking through the broken walls to a more distant place.

Outside the city, a bright red accent adorns the white canvas.

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Six - Conspiracy in Person

A touch of red.

It subconsciously evokes images of flames, standing out starkly against a world of pure white.

Ophelia's eyes caught the magic emanating from her body, and she opened her mouth, unconsciously uttering a single word.

"Surtr?"

With a hint of doubt in her voice, she shifted her gaze from the other person to Saber on the ground, and then looked ahead.

It's like they're comparing something.

She quickly came to a conclusion.

The two, who were completely different in appearance and even gender, were now radiating almost identical magical energy fluctuations.

In the world of magic, there is no more accurate way to distinguish them.

Even if they share the same attributes, blood relatives cannot possibly have the same magical energy fluctuations. The only possibility is...

No wonder the Queen said it was interesting, two, no, three Surtr?

This is really interesting, no, it's also a bit scary.

What's wrong with this world?

And didn't she just knock Saber away?

Amidst her chaotic thoughts, Ophelia suddenly realized a fact.

The opponent seems to possess strength far exceeding that of her Servant.

The crisp sound of footsteps came from ahead. She looked down into the corridor and saw Surtr rubbing his neck and carrying a birdcage, seemingly unaffected, and Saber struggling to get up from the ground.

The difference between the two is self-evident.

Damn it!

Saber's tone betrayed undisguised anger, as if he had suffered some kind of intense humiliation.

pat.

Surtr stopped, not looking at Saber who was eyeing him menacingly but dared not approach.

God knows what outrageous thing he just saw.

Their gaze fell upon the five people inside the castle.

Skadi, Valkyrie, and the Hidden Ones—almost all the known enemy forces in this Lostbelt have arrived.

They're quite vigilant.

Everyone else is not a threat to her; the only one who might pose a threat to her is probably Skadi.

Although he does not possess any particularly powerful abilities, the other party is a true god who has inherited Odin's magic and runes, and whose body also contains elements of Scáthach. In terms of strength, he is probably stronger than everyone in the Seventh Singularity except for Tiamat.

As for the others, apart from the few people in front of him, his aura perception could only detect some mass-produced Valkyries and giants, and at most some ice beasts. He did not detect any auras similar to Servants.